Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
MC5,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.